William F Glennon
Poetic Cure - Poem by William F Glennon
Where do our souls go from here?
Maybe they all just disappear.
Some have ghosts from their past lingering about.
Some look back at their life and show doubt.
There's no crystal ball that tells us what is ahead.
Fate decides the future instead.
For this, I am glad to compose what's in my heart.
Allow others to see me from the start.
Life's a gift and when all is said and done.
We'll have our moments in the sun.
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